leo, leon
he/him
twenty-eight
september 30th
rustboro city, hoenn
demirom. bisex.
ceo, inventor
ace
i wish i were better, i wish i had strength. i wish i had anything to prove i was brave.
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Leonidas Stone
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 8, 2022 1:30:33 GMT
[nospaces] As he and his own began hovering higher within the air, his gaze shifted towards MARISOL SIMONE upon noting a faint shift in weight within his Pokemon, and then towards FERNANDO SILPH as he sought refuge within moments slightly later,[break][break] Though for a moment, his gaze lingered upon him from the edge of his vision before directing itself towards the ongoing carnage before them.[break][break] With the ongoing chaos surging within the terminal, he remained leaned upon the metallic form of the creature beneath him, faintly leaning to and fro in direction as needed as a means of further directing the manifested barriers for use of those around. Once every so often, hues of amber cast themselves over a vigilant shoulder for the sake of tracking those he covered— though a certain often had been a moment too late to keep up with the happenings as he looked forward just in time to be met with an odd sensation pulsing against the upper regions of his chest.[break][break] For a brief moment, an airy, almost empty gasp left his lips as his hand clawed, instinctively, against the stricken spot, and all the vigilance in the world had been rendered irrelevant as he snapped his eyes down upon noting his fingers meet…nothing.[break][break] A void, he felt. A void he saw just mere moments after several more claws; several tugs of the shirt down to be met with naught more than a space within his own body. Eyes widened, he gazed back and forth between his own body and the incoming projectiles, only snapping himself back within the moment in time to careen his companion back to make a barrier’s impact with another projectile.[break][break] He couldn’t afford to allow a blank mind to weigh him down.[break][break] And so did he resign to returning to the battle occurring within those moments— briefly, at least. The sights of the void remained seared within his mind, but he continued to focus as much of his attention upon the flying attacks until they lulled into a false sense of security; a brief reprise matched only by an immediate, heightened anxiety as Polaris recalled without warning, leaving his trainer landing upon the ground with barely enough reflex within his jarred mind to catch himself upon a knee.[break][break] The landing only allowed him a moment to begin reaching for his idle wound before he found himself in transport.[break][break] And then just like that…he’d been back. It had been an odd sensation, to say the least—though certainly jarring through the travels, having been met with a similar, yet all too different reflection of himself within a closer proximity—but his feet found themselves upon solid ground, and within the midst of a processing daze, he’d found himself gazing upon the selfsame others that had gathered, to begin with.[break][break] His hand drifted towards his chest once more, though as his attention drifted towards the lapse in solid form as his fingers pushed through the shirt upon his then-partial back, he lifted his gaze towards Martín del Mar and kyle lopez within the midst of their conversation; a gaze that soon drifted between luka chêne as she brought the file attached to her into view, and then towards Hideo Kino and Thomas Benoit as they shared their parts and asked their inquiry, respectively.[break][break] ”...There definitely was a train, yeah…” he hummed lowly, narrowing his eyes in thought. They drifted towards the ground before finding their ways back towards the void upon him once more. ”A train. Floating buildings, floating pillars— stuff you’d see straight outta fiction, honestly…”[break][break] His mind lulled once more as his mind seemed to catch up to the recent events; a short lived revelation before her slowly lowered his hand. Scanning throughout those nearby, he furrowed his brows with a pensive look before catching sight of a familiar face once more, still keeping an ear out for ongoing conversations while making an uncharacteristically apprehensive walk towards MARISOL SIMONE .[break][break] ”Hey,” he murmured, ”are you okay?”[break][break]
[break][break] TL;DR - basically: all the kinda-important stuff happens in the second half of the post LMFAO
- leo's composed, but, like...in a hella deep processing lull? also may be on the verge of a panic attack, who knows
- lost a big, gash-like section ranging from the crook of his neck scaling diagonally down across his chest/upper body
- leo.exe is lagging basically
- hears the conversations happening; responds with some environmental details
- dazed but checks up on MARISOL SIMONE
@cc[break]
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